Flying Solo, Brandy Is Still Determined To Make The Best Of The Holidays

This will be Brandy’s first Christmas without Dante, but she is determined to enjoy the holiday going to parties and even a “Yappy Hour” with Jiff and both of their schnauzers. Brandy stops to deliver mistletoe for Julia’s party that night when Frank, Julia’s handyman, drags her into the mayhem surrounding the guest list. It seems everyone Julia invited has a grudge against her, and they all confirmed they are coming to her party.

˃˃˃ Why Is Everyone Suddenly Out To Get Julia?

It seems Julia’s neighbors, her cooking club, the business association, members of her Pilates class, her brother, even some of the ladies from her church group, all have a reason to dislike Julia, a lot! When gifts with strange contents start to show up the day of the party, Frank sees it as an omen of things to come. Is someone only trying to embarrass Julia or will that someone take it a step further to even a score?

˃˃˃ There’s no place like New Orleans to have a good crime, and the holidays are no exception!

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Brandy witnesses a murder at a drive thru joint with the unlikely name of CLUCK IT: CHICKEN BY THE BUCKET. It turns out nothing at the scene’s what it seems, or at any rate, nobody’s who they seem.

Seems CLUCK IT is not just a place to clog your arteries, but also a transgender hangout. And with that discovery, you know you're in the Big Easy.

Brandy’s complex Irish Channel family develops the kind of problem that is a lot more fun on the page than in real life. What to do when your sister gets pregnant with one of the next-door twins, but she doesn't know which twin? (Be glad it's Brandy’s problem, not yours.)

She also finds a mysterious box of valuable jewelry under her closet floor, becomes the unofficial caretaker of the Tarot reader across the street who knows the future but can never predict when she’s going to get so drunk she’s going to fall into her own bushes, and develops a strong suspicion about one of her other neighbors, all the while juggling the two Romeos.

Luckily, Brandy Is Better At Solving Mysteries Than She Is At Wrangling Her Boyfriends

The reader can rest assured she’s eventually, and in fine style, going to weave together the myriad mysterious strands that confound the police (who happen to count Boy Friend # 1 among their ranks) and present them the solution with all the panache of an old-style detective like Hercule Poirot, yet none of the pretension. You can almost hear her wondering, “Did I do that?”

If you like contemporary stylish heroines like those popularized by Janet Evanovich, Elaine Viets, Stephanie Bond, and Gemma Holliday, and humorous mysteries like those by Donna Andrews, Dorothy Cannell, and Lisa Lutz, you're going to get a girl-crush on Brandy Alexander.

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All the fun of Mardi Gras—without the hangover! Colleen Mooney’s funny, romantic, delightfully meandering cozy mysteries gua-ran-tee you gon’ have a authentic Noo Awlins experience, dawlin’! And a wild ride into the bargain. Brandy Alexander’s the real deal--yes, that’s her real name and she’s not even a stripper, although her best friend Julia is.

WHO WILL LOVE THESE: The slapstick way Brandy goes about it all has a definite whiff of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum; fans of Stephanie Bond, Jana DeLeon, Joan Hess, Lisa Lutz, Sarah Strohmeyer, and Elaine Viets may also find a kindred spirit in this New Orleans dawlin’. And animal lovers will flat-out swoon!

Vol. 1 RESCUED BY A KISS

A KISS TO KILL FOR …

Brandy still lives with her parents in the Irish Channel and she’s sort of semi kind of engaged to the boy next door, who’s—what else?—one of NOLA’s finest. And Italian.

Dante, the BF, is such a thoroughgoing New Orleanian he always manages Mardi Gras parade duty on his own block. So you'd think Brandy might be a little self-conscious when a suave Svengali in one of the gentlemen’s walking clubs mesmerizes her into a big fat Mardi Gras smooch right in front of him. But not a bit. Because after all, it's Mardi Gras, and also for another good reason— “that kiss was long, slow, hot—unlike any kiss I’d ever had in my life.” She makes a date to meet Mr. Good Kiss after the parade (Yes! Right in front of Mr. Right Next Door) but –horrors--arrives just in time to see him get shot. Although fortunately not shot dead. Before he passes out, he pulls her close and whispers, “Save Isabella.”

And with that we’re off on a screwball chase all over town, from Lee Circle to the Lakefront, with a stop at Charity Hospital, and finally to the French Quarter’s favorite gay dance club, at all times accompanied by Schnauzers, one of them named Geaux Cup.

Vol. 2 DEAD AND BREAKFAST

DEAD IN BED…WHO YOU GONNA CALL?

Brandy Alexander is a true and trusted friend – not to mention something of a detective-- who else would you call if you found a full-blown murder mystery in your bedroom? So when Brandy’s best friend Julia, the ex-stripper-turned hotelier, finds her first guest covered in blood, lying half on and half off a broken bed—with Julia’s panties swinging from the chandelier – she gets Brandy on the horn. And Brandy does the only sensible thing—first makes coffee, then calls the police.

And who should respond but her recent ex-boyfriend, Dante, with a brand new daggers-looking female partner. But wait! This is not nearly complicated enough for Noo Awlins, where, after all, everybody knows everybody! Julia’s lawyer is none other than Jiff, Brandy’s new squeeze (and the reason Dante’s the ex-boyfriend).

As the suspense mounts, the romance blossoms, and not just one—Jiff’s looking more and more like Mr. Right: a 100% Class Act, with his own Schnauzer and a soft spot for Brandy’s three. But Dante makes it clear that he doesn’t plan to go quietly; the former Mr.

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You’d think Brandy might be a little self-conscious a suave Svengali in one of the gentlemen’s walking clubs mesmerizes her into a big fat Mardi Gras smooch right in front of her boyfriend. But not a bit. Because after all, it's Mardi Gras, and also for another good reason: that kiss was long, slow, hot, unlike any kiss she’d ever had in her life. She makes a date to meet Mr. Great Kisser after the parade but arrives just in time to see him get shot. Before he passes out, he pulls her close and whispers, “Save Isabella. And with that we’re off on a screwball chase all over town, from Lee Circle to the Lakefront, with a stop at Charity Hospital, and finally to the French Quarter’s favorite gay dance club, always accompanied by Schnauzers, one of them named Geaux Cup.

When Brandy’s best friend Julia, the ex-stripper-turned hotelier, finds her first and only guest covered in blood, lying half on and half off a broken bed, with Julia’s panties swinging from the chandelier, she gets Brandy on the horn.

And Brandy does the only sensible thing, makes coffee...with a shot of whiskey--then calls the police. And who should respond, but her recent ex-boyfriend, Dante, with a brand new female partner? But wait! This is not nearly complicated enough for Noo Awlins, where, after all, everybody knows everybody! Julia’s lawyer is none other than Jiff, Brandy’s new squeeze (and the reason Dante’s the ex-boyfriend). As the suspense mounts, the romance blossoms, and not just one. Jiff’s looking more and more like Mr. Right: a 100% Class Act, with his own Schnauzer and a soft spot for Brandy’s three. But Dante makes it clear that he doesn’t plan to go quietly; the former Mr. Right Next Door has a few very sexy moves he’s been holding in reserve, which knock Brandy’s socks--and truth be told, her panties --off! Book 3 DRIVE THRU MURDER

When Brandy pulls into the drive-thru, she expects to order a box of CLUCK IT! CHICKEN BY THE BUCKET, not hear gunshots and see someone in high heels and a black leather miniskirt climbing out of the pick-up window dragging a body. Her boyfriend, New Orleans Detective Dante Deedler, is on this case and hers as bodies keep turning up and she knows about them before he does. Her neighbor--a palm reader who is also a phone sex operator--has visions of Brandy’s future and past leaving more questions than answers. Murders, family dilemma and a rescued Schnauzer named Jesus has Brandy distracted. Could she be the next victim? There's no place like New Orleans to have a good crime!

This will be Brandy’s first Christmas without Dante, but she is determined to enjoy the holiday going to parties and even a “Yappy Hour” with Jiff and both of their schnauzers. Brandy stops to deliver mistletoe for Julia’s party that night when Frank, Julia’s handyman, drags her into the mayhem surrounding the guest list. It seems everyone Julia invited has a grudge against her, and they all confirmed they are coming to her party. It seems Julia’s neighbors, her cooking club, the business association, members of her Pilates class, her brother, even some of the ladies from her church group, all have a reason to dislike Julia, a lot! When gifts with strange contents start to show up the day of the party, Frank sees it as an omen of things to come.